The Skeezix Dilemma Part Ii (the Improbable Testimony Of The Pipsisewah) Lyrics - Tourniquet

[I. The Suffering] 

Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauch 

Wields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watch 

Space 109 is always occupied by the countless faces who tried and tried 

Bruises from an unseen source as chronic abuser runs his course 

There is no remorse 

Sinewy limbs reach through the bars to collect the carcasses of souls 

Given over the deeds of infamy, Skeezix took his toll 

The ungainly truncated form of the docile Pipsisewah 

Subtle in demeanor yet with powers that beggar description 

They call him by different names 

Some call him Gilgamesh, the man who has never tasted death 

The size of the room is half as large cause you walked around it twice 

And you walk again with both eyes shut cause your fears became your vice 

[II. The Battle] 

Tormentor underestimating the power of the Pipsisewah 

Confrontation on the grandest scale the outcome already known 

The child whose humble prayer set the battle of ages 

Torment no more 

[III. The Victory] 

We call him Jehovah who's always near 

And you can win the battle when you pray without fear 

The weak are victorious when the strong reaches down 

And the ones who bring sadness will bow to the Crown